Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eton Ben-Eleazer. He's the drug Lieutenant in the warehouse.
If I tell a bitch, I'm like, "Bitch, either you suck dick or you don't."
Like I always say, it pays to go with a union card every time.
What? Get the fuck out of here!
Fucking-A.
No denying all you say is true. But Stringer talking parley.
And turn that shit down, for Christ's sake.
What you need to be concerned about is what's seated in the chamber now:
When do we get to that part?
As many as it takes.
You let me down.
The Talco line's in Wednesday. I'll send Nick for a number.
Please.
What say, Omar?
One meet and we're on this guy.
Nicely done.
-E-ton. -Whatever.
Stefanos.
then why Barksdale got a man running them off?
You've got another problem. Which wireless company?
Hayward.
-What is Ziggy doing near the Greeks? -I don't know.
You know how it is with kids. You gotta be there.
How many agents you need to track back to where all those cans came from?
Bitch, everything I say you hear backwards
You don't believe me?
You know what I'm saying, dawg?
Zebi
-Or a tag number. -It's totally cool.
And The Nation, too, which you also managed to forget.
What do you mean? Well, instead of riding it, he sits there all day staring at it and crying.
You like the new product we selling?
we've also got GPS trackers on all their cars.
What did fucknuts get?
We're close.